On a winter morn

tossing and turning swirling and whirling dancing and prancing the snowflakes go swiftly around the tree trunks then flying above the lake, the wind gives them a shake, until they rest, upon the grass, not far away from where the robin pecks looking for the prey that is just enough for the day. On the other side of the window, life goes on running errands, doing chaos, start of a busy day.